Maybe baby the gypsy lied.

LP - Into The Wild [Audio] (by whoisLP)

2 months ago

The Paper Kites - Bloom

I miss your laugh

The truth is not that I am incapable of living without you; my sun may rise and set with your smile, the blood in my veins may be moved by your heartbeat, and the rythm of my world may shudder in the spaces between your breaths; but hearts can be mended, even when torn almost in two; trust and love and hope can, even when crushed under the weight of loss and despair, once again flutter their crumpled, tattered wings to rebuild civilisations; and my life, even when disintegrated into dust and swept away to leave only the fragile, skeletal remains of a helpless existence, can be scraped up off the tiles and built, slowly and painstakingly, anew. The truth is simply this: I love you. You are every miracle that I had never thought to pray for, and in the simple joy and hope in every sunrise and the fierce glory of every sunset I find slivers and shades of your existence, flung out across the sky. And when you smile at me, my love, the space between my heartbeats slows to an infinity, caught on the wild edges of your beauty. You exist in every atom of my being, are carried in every current of air that whispers against my skin and fills my lungs; you flood every highway and corner of the universe with life and colour, and turn every new day into a secret, waiting to unfurl and delight. You are my world, my love. You are my everything. And I love you, I love you,

I love you.

2 months ago

4 months ago

Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

4 months ago

As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness.

Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say, the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society—things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes rather suddenly. It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of life on this planet. But as a people we probably harbor seeds of goodness that have lain for a long time waiting to sprout when the conditions are right. Man’s curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that these same traits will enable him to claw his way out.

Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind the clock, for tomorrow is another day.

E.B.White

4 months ago

The surest way to corrupt youth is to teach them to hold in higher regard those that think alike than those that think differently.

6 months ago

A beautiful description of love from the movie Captain Corelli’s Mandolin:

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No… don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away…

6 months ago

Love dragged its tail of pain,

Its train of static thorns behind it,

And we closed our eyes so that nothing,

So that no wound could divide us.

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This crying is not your eyes’ fault;

Your hands didn’t plunge that sword;

Your feet didn’t seek this path;

This somber honey found its own way to your heart.

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When love like a huge wave